Retrospect

The competition is over
the laborious marathon ended
and yet,
I do not feel satisfied:
thirty days worth
but only lengthy pieces to show for it
imperfect ramblings
masquerading as 'poetry' and 'poems'
these hideous verses
all the worse for wear
having reached arbitrary assigned numbers
with about as much art as an artichoke.
Then someone said some very wise words:
"It's to show you that you can write regardless",
this means I have a body of month's work
with which to resculpt and redefine as wanted,
but more than that
I have created and conceived
so that I made for a month
breaking the back of writer's block
to do something, an experiment,
that is groundwork for the future
that through their faults and failures
gives insight in how to improve;
for next time will be different if not better.